The Whirlwind

A fisherman and his net.
On a sunny day and
a rainy night.

Some are good catch,
some are not.
He has all the energy.

Suddenly his muscles turn weakly
when the whirlwind tear down
a massive entity.

This giant can deceive.
This giant can stumble.
The fisherman is never a hero.

Who says he’s weak?
Who sees his goodness?
The eyes of the giant are blind.
The mouth of the giant blasphemes.

 

2019

About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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